Page 96 of Irresistibly Risky

He tilts his head, and then stares down into the water between us. “Wait. Are you saying this to Asher Jr. or to me?”

I smile so big, I’m positive all my teeth are showing. “Asher Jr.?”

“The toy formerly known as Hemi.”

I can’t stop my giggle. “We’ll discuss his name later, but I’m saying it to you, you goof.”

“Oh good. I just wanted to make sure. But you interrupted all my plans for dirty play with your boring proclamations of love.”

I twist his nipple until he yelps, but then he grows serious, his gaze earnest.

“I love you.” He uses the hand in my hair to guide my mouth fully onto his. “I love you,” he repeats. Then he’s kissing me with everything he’s got. His tongue sweeps into my open mouth, and then he’s pressing the toy against my clit, moving it in circles, filling me with the most incredible vibrations that have my toes curling.

He shifts me, moving me around, then he’s pushing me down on his hard cock all the way to the hilt.

“Jesus,” I cry out, my head flinging back, my hand slapping down on the side of the tub. “Asher!”

This vibrator may be small, but he’s fucking mighty, and with that pulsing into my clit, and his cock filling every inch of me, it’s so much that I’m not sure how long I can hold off coming or if I’ll be quiet when I do. As it is, I can hardly catch my breath.

“I’m coming inside of you tonight, sweetheart,” he growls, his mouth by my ear, his breathing harsh and ragged. “You’re going to be dripping me all night, and then I’m going to fuck you again just to push it back inside of you where it belongs.”

God. Why is that so hot? I love it when he gets like this. Like he has to own me, and claim me. It’s barbaric, but I crave it all the same. I can’t even argue it. I got my IUD on Friday, and we haven’t tested it out yet. All I can manage is a nod because I’m overcome with sensation. With the heat building from my core. With the tingles racing up through me and electrifying my skin. I’m rocking and bouncing and shifting and shaking.

“Asher… I’m…”

That’s all I’ve got before my orgasm slams into me with the power of a thousand suns. I lose coordination, my body unable to do anything other than lean against his and ride it out, but he’s not satisfied with that. No, he starts slamming up into me, pushing the toy in deeper, and intensifying what is already the most intense orgasm of my life.

I’m coming and coming and coming.

The vibrator clicks off, and my body sags, still trembling. Only that doesn’t last long. In my next breath he’s pulling me off him, and then somehow he’s standing, making me do the same on unsteady legs.

“What are you doing—” My words cut off with a screech when he picks me up and drops me over his good shoulder. “Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Not a chance.” He’s out of the tub and carrying me across the bathroom before he sets me down on the counter. It’s slippery, and we’re both soaking wet, but before I can get my bearings, he’s on his knees with my thighs around his head.

“Asher, I can’t!”

“You can,” he tells me, giving me a dirty lick from my ass up to my clit, where he then swirls his tongue around and around making me writhe and squirm. It’s so much. It’s too much. I’m sensitive from the warm water and the vibrator, and he knows it. In fact, I’m positive that’s why he’s doing it.

One hand catches his hair, the other on the counter so I don’t fall. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. That first orgasm nearly did me in, and now he’s doing this.

“Please,” I beg. “I need you. I need you. It’s too much.”

His tongue punches inside me swirling around, and my grip on his hair tightens.

He slips it out and then gives my pussy a long, wet French kiss before standing. With his gunmetal eyes locked on mine, he steps forward, wraps my legs around his waist, and grasps the back of my neck. Using that as leverage, he sits me up just as he slides himself back inside of me.

My lungs empty with a moan. It's beyond deep like this. So close, so intimate, there's no distance between us. No more games. No more pretending. All our cards are out on the table now. It's just us, naked and raw and exposed in front of the other, and the look in his eyes tells me he knows it too. For a moment he holds himself steady, letting me adjust to his size, and then he starts to slide out only to pump back in just as slowly.

He sets a grueling, mind-numbing pace, exquisite with how it feels. Time stretches between us, the heat of his body fighting the cool bathroom air on my wet skin. He latches our foreheads together and stares down at the space between us where our bodies are connected. All the while maintaining this slower, leisurely pace.

A pace that’s spinning me up and driving me to the brink of madness.

I can hardly take it.

His cock glistens, coated in my arousal and cum, and with every thrust in, he arches up, driving deeper for that spot he knows makes me his. His other hand comes up, playing with my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples, all the while he fucks me like we're not in any hurry, and he has all the time in the world. Like we have a lifetime to do this, and he refuses to be rushed as he watches his wet cock being swallowed up by my pussy.

“I think this is the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he rasps, his voice like gravel. The way he burns for me sets my skin on fire. “Look at the way you suck me in. That's how hungry your body is for mine.” His head falls back, and he curses when I shift, angling myself to try and take more of him in. He doesn’t make it long before his molten gaze returns, unwilling to miss a second of this. “Do you want more? Can you take more?”

---